“Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.”
I imagine us bound together by barrel
Rings. Maybe we could go into the lovers’ Protection program under the name Cooper and you could kiss my clever Mouth with your clever mouth almost Out in the open. Only the gods and the Government would know we were never Supposed to end up barrel bound to Each other.
Your people think you married down.
Fuck your people. I married you and You’re a criminal—with lots of money so…
Is that up or sideways? With you
It’s almost always sideways.
A barrel on its side rolls wobbly.
Gratitude, my love song to you
Love is patient and many-faced Teaching me miraculous compassion You sing it back to me
Love is patient and many-faced
May I, un-healed, go with you healing You sing it back to me May I, restless, with you bring rest
May I, un-healed, go with you healing
Safe and still my tempest past May I, restless, with you bring rest Just and safe my Now
Safe and still my tempest past
Teaching me miraculous compassion Just and safe my Now Gratitude, my love song to you.
We didn’t see—we sensed him
Black hair, caramel skin, dressed in blue and black Lovely voice, petite man, graceful hand Magically he opened the cake case from the front
Black hair, caramel skin, dressed in blue and black
Delighted ladies sighed in surprise Magically he opened the cake case from the front He did it for the delighted ladies’ sighs
Delighted ladies sighed in surprise
He said he’d die if he had to… He did it for the delighted ladies’ sighs …Go in from the back every time
Purple kangaroo wine, cheap and bitter
Gratitude shouts louder than a flash flood warning Climax withheld for one notch less drunk than this Red solo cup abandoned on the windowsill
Gratitude shouts louder than a flash flood warning
Half full of wine–collecting rain Red solo cup abandoned on the windowsill Pajamas and flip flops in a tangle by the bed
Half full of wine–collecting rain
God’s body happens where lightning strikes something Pajamas and flip flops in a tangle by the bed Only one window opens wide enough
I don’t even want to be kind to this
Sad man. If my god were to come
For me in the same moment this
Sad man grabs for my hand in the
Parking lot, desperate now the date is
Ending—and my god were to show up
Between the parked cars all masculine in
Twilight purple, head to holy toe, I
Would wrench my hand away from this
Sad man and give myself to god rirght there–
Sad man cries and watches me
Fucking my way to apotheosis, spread
Eagle on the hood of a dirty white Prius.
You put your unusual turns
at the ends of your lines. You live and die as one body. You are the mystery of belly touch. You
are the boundary walker’s
great love affair.
If you make your god jealous, submit to him.
Love him. Ruffle his curly black hair. Offer him your body and all your softest parts, the ones you only offer some of the time.
Swear on the river, the unbreakable
swear, that you will give up the offending one. Kiss him all over.
You didn’t mean to hurt his heart,
but you did.
We call this sex high
Intensity cat burglary Midnight jazzercise Panic attack— The happiest kind.
Happy National Poetry Writing Month everyone!
Traveler in the city convulsion
Where singed clouds and Sewers perpetually burst
Walk with me the mud wallow
Streets. Hold the starving pigs Off. Drowned roaches Burbling and fallen
Down buildings, all the All, this
Rain must be nuclear too. My god My legs are giving way and my
White hair is coming out in wet
Tumbles. Take me in a cab mysteriously Still running to a dry room A dry bed.
Count my shivering
Eyelashes as I dream of you.
We put up with a certain level of
Gross from our lovers and Farting on each other in bed and Giggling about it and Don’t you dare Dutch oven me Again… Chester! Can be as intimate as The world’s sweetest Sulfur kiss.
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